It becomes increasingly clear that in the face of adversity, we find our true selves.

In a land not so far away, are a very enchanting people. They walk a path, one that leads to more questions than it answers. It’s a never ending path that zig zags and straight-lines itself into twists and turns. It’s a shadowy and ominous place full of silence and the respite of languishing dreams. Humans call it-the Forest; the clans of Sasquatch call it home.

The smell of rainfall and the wetness squishing between each footstep, along with the swirling clouds opening up to the sun and then closing their puffy doors without notice, is an everyday occurrence for the Oregonian Sasquatch. They welcome Natures fickle and remedial musings.

The air is full of promise; the wind echoes the songs and dialogues of everyone she passes, almost becoming the gossipmonger of all. The trees stand strong almost as if they are the sentient guardians that have truly stood the tests of time. It’s a world that very few humans understand and that to the Sasquatch, is the way they prefer it.

To understand the Sasquatch world, humans would have to first confront their inner fears, those created by insecurities developed within the concrete world of their making. Secondly, they would have to be willing to let go of materialistic and superficial desires that fill the mind with constant want, the insatiable appetite for convenience.

To be with Sasquatch in the moment, is a meditation of the mind, almost like a Zen moment that is beyond a hallucination, reality in 3D to all the senses, feeling, tasting and seeing beyond the flat and mundane colors of existence in our concrete reality. They see how we live as a prison, self created, self imposed, inflicted upon our children with no more regard than it would be to shoot down a bird for sport. They see us as lost children, constantly looking for sustenance and meaning to a world we created out of a tedium and laborious mindset.

They reach out because they are people of heart.

This isn’t because they see that we always need help, but because they see us asking, seeking, and sometimes silently screaming for answers that often seem to evade us but only because we can’t see past our own convoluted ideals. They remind us, the answers are always within arm’s reach, we just need to get past preconceived notions that reality only existed after we placed it in our concrete world, and hid it in a well forgotten place called, inconsequence.

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